He was thinking that he could not get his legs into a pair of pants even if he wanted to. And he did. He really did. But he couldn't, so there was no point in being upset about it, was there? He just made the best of it, and whatever anyone else might think, he knew he had great legs.

"Here we go!" he chirped cheerily as he came back into the room, the pleated skirt swishing about his hips merrily. He held out one of the spoons to her, not commenting on the fact he was wearing a skirt at all, acting like it was totally normal.

"What kind of soup is it?" he asked, sniffing.